{"id":123,"date":"2010-07-27T16:26:00","date_gmt":"2010-07-27T16:26:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/all-roads-lead-to-rome-or-dublin\/"},"modified":"2010-07-27T16:26:00","modified_gmt":"2010-07-27T16:26:00","slug":"all-roads-lead-to-rome-or-dublin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/all-roads-lead-to-rome-or-dublin\/","title":{"rendered":"All Roads Lead to Rome (or Dublin)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As a teenager\/young adult I dreamed of visiting England. So after completing junior college in Idaho, I signed up for a three-week study aboard to visit Ireland, Scotland, England, France, and Belgium. Then disaster struck. <\/p>\n<p>I lost my passport right before I was supposed to leave. I went to the airport on the day the group was to depart (without me) and talked to the directors. Once I got my new passport, I would fly alone to Ireland, and the&nbsp;group would pick me up at the airport in Dublin.&nbsp;But I would miss the first three days of the trip.<\/p>\n<p>Being somewhat of an introvert, I was not thrilled with the idea of traveling across the ocean alone. But I did it, and the rest of the trip was amazing. <\/p>\n<p>Was my experience aboard any better or worse from anyone else&#8217;s because I came late? No; it was just different. Traveling by myself helped me gain courage for other life experiences to come. And&nbsp;though I only saw Ireland from the bus window, I apparently missed having to spend the night in the least desirable accommodations of the trip because I joined the group later. <\/p>\n<p>All of us have dreams, some of us even have similar dreams, but the way we get there is totally unique. It&#8217;s not necessarily better or worse than somebody else&#8217;s journey. It&#8217;s just different, because it&#8217;s your journey.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As a teenager\/young adult I dreamed of visiting England. So after completing junior college in Idaho, I signed up for a three-week study aboard to visit Ireland, Scotland, England, France, and Belgium. Then disaster struck. I lost my passport right before I was supposed to leave. I went to the airport on the day the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-123","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/123","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=123"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/123\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=123"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=123"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=123"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}